I learned to love coffee in art school. It wasn't just the fact that I was up all night painting and drawing and needed to stay awake during the day - though that was helpful.

It was the diner.

The bottomless pot of coffee at the diner did it for me. We could sit forever - my fellow artists and me - as long as the coffee kept coming. We'd argue and tease and battle to be the cleverest of all. Our formica battlefield would be littered with piles of spent creamer containers and the remains of a cheeseburger deluxe or grilled cheese.

Thinking of these days inspired my newest print. Bottomless Pot of Coffee.